Tempting 2

I find her crawling
Catlike,
Slinking across the sheets,
A bare shoulder peeking
From her loose shirt

She pauses
Gazing at me
And the lioness gives way
To a coquettish kitten,
With eyes dancing
As if to suggest
She must now make good
On her temptations;

She mutely mouths
For me to approach,
Tugging at her shirt
As though it were a snare,
And looking to me
For liberation

But as I near her
She playfully backs away,
Her furrowed brow coupled
With a tickled smile,
Licking her lips
To convince me to
Keep up the play

I climb onto the bed
Stalking slowly after her
On all fours
Till she’s backed against the headboard
Looking delightedly apprehensive

I draw my fingers along her calf
Skimming softly to her thigh
And up
Pausing mere inches from
Her scant cover

She shyly mews,
Wordlessly insistent,
But there’s still teasing and play to be had

I move my hand swiftly from her leg,
Catch it up at the hem of her baggy shirt
And begin slowly
To wrap it round my hand
Till she has little room left to move
And I pull her in for an intoxicating kiss,
Letting her tongue
Giddily wriggle into my mouth
As she leans in and pushes me down;

Then she draws back
And we both catch our breath,
And survey ourselves for a moment:
I’m pinned by her straddle, and
She’s captive by my hand,

Satisfied with this prelude,
Her dancing eyes rove my stubbled face,
And she subtly nods
Understanding
Even our foreplay
Hasn’t yet begun